Authors note: hello guys! Happy holidays! Thanks for reading! P.s. I haven't edited and also am assuming that Stiles is 16 because he drive and he's a sophomore (I think)
Chapter 8: Reincarnation
"What, what is it?" Derek asked, coming up behind him and reading over his shoulder. "What does that even mean?"
Stiles knew that Derek couldn't understand the language. To be completely honest, Stiles himself didn't know how he could read the words. The foreign language came to him as easily as English, he could understand the meaning.
"I think it's Latin Derek. But this is the page that I was reading in the dream. It-It's about reincarnation." Stiles stated, eyes wide.
"So what, you've been reborn?" Derek asked, looking down at the younger teen.
"I-I don't know. It'd explain the dreams. And if I had magic in a previous life, it'd make sense that I was reborn with it, even if the Old Religion is in decline at the moment." the warlock said as he scanned the page.
"The page doesn't mention much, but it does explain how I can't remember anything. This specific spell locks away my memories." Stiles said.
"Is there a way to reverse it?" Derek asked, curious.
"I-I don't think I should." the warlock said, feeling queasy and nervous at the thought.
"But why?"
"Well I don't know, maybe because in a previous life I chose a spell that specifically lock away my past? And if I didn't want to live anymore, why did I think of reincarnation? Why wouldn't I just have killed myself. If my life was horrible enough for me not to care what I remember, I don't really want to chance it and regain my memories. Plus, it says there are certain things, bad things, that could happen to me if I do this. It could seriously hurt me."
After a few moments of silence, Stiles gasped, capturing Derek's attention.
"It says that I shouldn't even have any of the memories, at least vivid ones. The spell is supposed to completely lock everything away, so why do I remember some things? How can I? It says that it isn't possible, so why?" the magic user kept on reading the small passage, even though he finished it.
After they stayed there in silence for a few minutes, letting the revelations wash over them, they got up. Derek let Stiles keep the book, along with another book that had some spells based off of healing, along with lists of herbs and potions for aspiring physicians. Stiles could feel the magic preserving the book, and didn't even wonder why a book so old could still look to be fairly used, and still intact.
15 years ago-
The house was quiet, all of its occupants asleep. The mother and father, Claudia and John Stilinski, didn't notice their front door opening and closing. A figure moved across the living room and onto the staircase, never faltering in their stride. It was a man, an unknown man. The only thing you could see in the dark to identify him were his golden eyes, bright enough in the darkness.
He didn't make a sound, didn't disturb the peace in the atmosphere. He just went down the hall after going up the steps. He made his way towards the nursery. The room was a simple pale blue, with white glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. The furniture had a color scheme of white and blue. The wooden crib stood out in the middle of the wall, surrounded by dressers with baby supplies in them.
He walked up to the crib, glowing eyes scanning the pale baby boy laying inside. The child was asleep, face peaceful. The man saw this, and seemed almost sad that he would have to disturb it. His eyes flashed brighter than the dim glow it held and an invisible barrier, blocking any escaping sounds formed around them.
Reaching down, the stranger placed a hand against the child's face, cradling his cheek. The man closed his eyes and concentrated. The baby opened his whiskey colored eyes and saw the mysterious man. He didn't seemed bothered by the man until a pressure started at his head, building into a painful sensation. He didn't understand what was going on. He cried.
Tears rolled down his cheeks. The man opened his eyes, blazing a purer and brighter gold. His hands glowed white and the energy flowed into the child's head. The boy started to cry louder, more scared and afraid than ever. The pain grew more intense, until the child passed out into peaceful sleep. What the baby boy didn't know, and wouldn't know, was that he wasn't going to remember this later. His memories would be wiped.
The man stared upon the baby, knowing who he was, who he was presently, and who he would become. He knew everything. He knew the past, present, and future. But he couldn't interfere unless absolutely necessary. And he had to weaken the defenses in the child's mind, so they would break at the right time. He needed the child to remember his past, so he could fulfill his destiny.
"Soon, Merlin, you will remember. Arthur will rise again, and he'll need you to remember." his old, gravelly voice sounded.
Present Time-
On Monday, Stiles decided to look at the Scott's situation in a positive manner, despite newfound difficulties. Of course, having Scott find out that his dream girl he's fallen for is the daughter of a family of hunters kind of brought him down. Stiles already knew about the Argents, having been suspicious over her name and having his suspicions verified by Derek. Still, it did suck.
He ended up freaking out when Scott started having trouble controlling himself on the field, magical energies swirling and eyes flashing. When he lost control of his aggression, Stiles had to look away or the brightness of the magic would give him a headache. The warlock added controlling mage sight on his mental to do list, and tried to ignore the worry he had of his best friend exposing himself.
He heard a huge crack as two bodies collided, and gasped as he saw who it was. Scott and Jackson slammed together before crashing on the ground. Stiles's eyes involuntarily flashed gold as the brightness of Scott's energy reached a whole new high. He knew the change was happening, and got him out of the field as quick as he could.
They made it to the locker room and the outlook wasn't good in Stile's opinion. He was in a room with an enraged, out of control, super powered friend. He tried to calm him down, hoping to God that he would succeed and not get maimed before he could get out of high school.
"Scott, you okay? Come on buddy, calm down. Please don't maim me, I haven't really lived that long!"
"Get away from me!" Scott yelled, eyes flashing.
Before Stiles knew it, his best friend started growling, gold eyes somewhat like Stiles, but not as bright or clear. Stiles felt his magic growing and freaked out. His magic hadn't grown like this since he started high school, and he was scared. As if he wasn't already powerful enough! He thought it had stopped maturing, but it obviously hadn't. Now he had to regain control all over again!
Stiles started to speed walk back, gasping and putting his concentration on trying to take over control, but the energy inside him wouldn't let him. Since his magic is now stronger, it regained control. His insides started to burn with an unpleasant feeling. It wasn't unbearable, but it hurt. Stiles's eyes flashed and the fire inside him became an inferno, busting the fire extinguisher at his side. The hole in the red exterior burst, white foam shooting into Scott's face. The magic inside Scott, his inner wolf, quieted, and he started.
"Stiles? What happened?" he asked, face sweaty and breath still heavy.
"You tried to kill me! It's like I told you before... It's the anger, it's your pulse rising." Stiles explained, wincing as his magic calmed without violent energies to bring it out to the surface to protect Stiles.
Scott looked resigned, and indignant. "But that's the cross. It's a pretty violent game, if you haven't noticed."
"Well, it's gonna be much more violent if you kill someone on the fields. You can't play on saturday, you're gonna have to get out of the game." Stiles was kind of scared that Scott would react similarly like he did when he tried to stop him from going to the party. His bruises from earlier were still hurting.
"But I'm first line!"
"Not anymore."
Scott didn't notice the gaping hole in the red fire extinguisher when they left.
"What do you think we should do?" Stiles asked Derek as they walked in the woods together. "He even told me Jackson suspects he's using drugs. And then he lost control and hurt Jackson. He may be a d*ck, but that went too far. Someone might've noticed."
It was weird, usually he didn't feel comfortable, couldn't be this relaxed around anyone. This was usually because his magic would go haywire, and he tried to not be in uncomfortable situations like that. But now he didn't have to fret, because Derek knew about Stiles, he knew about things that Scott didn't even know.
"We need to get him to not play the game. If he does, he's going to lose control. He needs training if he's ever going to do things that raise his pulse in public." Derek explained. "Also, we shouldn't worry about some random human teenager."
"Do you think you can give him some sense of control by the game? Is that even possible for a bitten wolf?" the warlock asked as he stepped over a stray branch, leaves crunching underneath his feet.
He heard a random noise and his magic jumped, one of the thin trees exploding. It sent flying pieces of wood at his face. Derek pushed him behind his body and faced away from the tree, covering the wizard with his own body so he wouldn't get hurt. Stiles looked around his broad shoulders just in time to see the short tree fall to the ground, and released a breath he didn't even realize he was holding.
"D-did I do that?" he asked in a small, shaky voice as he studied to damage.
Derek only nodded, his talkative streak as of late coming to an end. They started walking again, both deep in thought.
"How do you hide your magic if it does that every time you feel surprised?" the older man questioned, still shocked about the earlier magic display.
"It usually isn't that bad Derek," the warlock muttered. "It grew stronger when Scott lost control in the locker room and I couldn't get out in time. My magic jumped to defend me and grew. It's been growing my whole life, but I thought it stopped around the time I was starting high school. I'm worried that next time I'm in danger, I won't be able to control it and it'll hurt someone."
"Usually when it grows, I have to start controlling it again. But it's only been a few hours since that happened, so I haven't gotten the time to do that yet."
Derek stayed silent, looking thoughtful. Stiles knew it was a lot to take in, even for a born werewolf. He knew that Old Religion magic has been long declining, and hasn't been as well known as it was in the time of Camelot. Sure, werewolves are basically creatures of magic, but it is a different type of magic than the magic running through Stiles's veins. He knew that like other creatures of magic, if any were-creature posed a threat, he was scared that his magic would become uncontrollable. He didn't even want to think about what would happen if he was bit by an alpha, his magic would probably fight it off.
"You have to make sure that alpha doesn't get close enough to bite me." Stiles muttered darkly. "Because if he ever bit me, I can't even think of what my magic would do, fighting off an opposing magic. It's already strong enough against regular, nonmagical threats to my life."